Every now and then, I use to tell myself this affimation about being enough. A couple of days ago, I realized that wasn’t the correct truth for me. My problem wasn’t feeling like I wasn’t enough. I felt like I was too much, and in response, I shrank myself and hid, for so long.
When I was a little girl I used to get called a brat all the time. One day after my Mom said it, it became okay to repeat by my brothers. So anytime I would disagree, or stand my ground and express my feelings, I would get called a brat. I remember how much I would fight back saying I wasn’t, that brats are spoiled and I was nowhere near that. I hated being called a brat. I knew that I was not selfish and hard to manage as a child or anything the word implies. I knew that I cared a lot and I went around negotiating so much with others needs and energies that it hurt that no one realized that, and called me a brat instead. I began to feel like a burden.
Peeling back the layers to my true self-worth, I have to realize and accept, that I am not a burden. I am not too much. My inner child is worthy. I AM worthy. I am worthy just for existing. I don’t have to try so hard to try so hard, and you don’t either. Just be. All the desires of our hearts are already ours. Thanks for being here. ❤